my primary one best fren
time: 20.25pm
On the first day of primary school, it is normal to feel extreme fear and loneliness in the room of foreign faces.
On the first day of primary school, we had to stand in twos with your partner.
On my first day of primary school, a girl came up to me and asked loudly "CAN I BE YOUR PARTNER?"
with a voice like that, how dare i refuse....
Tall, bespectacled and with hair as explosive as her temper, she became my best friend. Sometimes i think it was by default of us being partners on the first day. She was horribly spoilt and bad tempered. She would call me names, pull my hair and make fun of me. And everytime, i would apologise without really knowing why.
We were in the same class for 4 years before going separate ways in primary 5. Our friendship took a different path as time went along. I stopped being so silly and submissive while she became responsible and good natured. We remained close despite being in different class. Her words were still the one i chose to fill up the last page of my personal diary.
We went on to st nicks together and spend 4 years in different class, different CCAs and different group of friends. Then separated again at JC.
But i guess some things just dun change with time. We met today, after 3 years and it was a lovely reunion. On my train ride to our meeting place, i felt this mix of excitement and fear. What if we had nothing to say? What if we have changed? What if she came dressed very nicely while i look silly in my shirt and shorts?
haha, its funny how much i worry. :p.
I miss the conversations we used to have. And the ease at being with her. It was lovely catching up as we sat in a corner of tcc for hours. Talking about the years spent together and the years spent apart, it felt like nothing has really changed.
When i was in sec one, i remember the very first lit test i had on "Friedrich". It was nerve wreaking. She was in another class that was having the test before me. During recess, i ran to her and asked her " Eh, how was it!?!". Then and there, she gave me the answer to EVERY question, nicely written in pink.
okok...please look past the blatant cheating at a young age and see the point of this. haha. i will always remember how touched i was at her unselfish action. I mean, every answer? I was seriously expecting her to tell me just some tips and pointers. Up to now, i have that slip of paper in my diary.
Small incidents like this, that i can remember never cease to amaze me.
It was wonderful meeting her today, the last day of 2007 and sadly i forgot to bring my cam. :(
"Kai ni! No more waiting another 3 years before meeting up ok? love ya big big. :)" (even though you prolly wun see this)
On the first day of primary school, it is normal to feel extreme fear and loneliness in the room of foreign faces.
On the first day of primary school, we had to stand in twos with your partner.
On my first day of primary school, a girl came up to me and asked loudly "CAN I BE YOUR PARTNER?"
with a voice like that, how dare i refuse....
Tall, bespectacled and with hair as explosive as her temper, she became my best friend. Sometimes i think it was by default of us being partners on the first day. She was horribly spoilt and bad tempered. She would call me names, pull my hair and make fun of me. And everytime, i would apologise without really knowing why.
We were in the same class for 4 years before going separate ways in primary 5. Our friendship took a different path as time went along. I stopped being so silly and submissive while she became responsible and good natured. We remained close despite being in different class. Her words were still the one i chose to fill up the last page of my personal diary.
We went on to st nicks together and spend 4 years in different class, different CCAs and different group of friends. Then separated again at JC.
But i guess some things just dun change with time. We met today, after 3 years and it was a lovely reunion. On my train ride to our meeting place, i felt this mix of excitement and fear. What if we had nothing to say? What if we have changed? What if she came dressed very nicely while i look silly in my shirt and shorts?
haha, its funny how much i worry. :p.
I miss the conversations we used to have. And the ease at being with her. It was lovely catching up as we sat in a corner of tcc for hours. Talking about the years spent together and the years spent apart, it felt like nothing has really changed.
When i was in sec one, i remember the very first lit test i had on "Friedrich". It was nerve wreaking. She was in another class that was having the test before me. During recess, i ran to her and asked her " Eh, how was it!?!". Then and there, she gave me the answer to EVERY question, nicely written in pink.
okok...please look past the blatant cheating at a young age and see the point of this. haha. i will always remember how touched i was at her unselfish action. I mean, every answer? I was seriously expecting her to tell me just some tips and pointers. Up to now, i have that slip of paper in my diary.
Small incidents like this, that i can remember never cease to amaze me.
It was wonderful meeting her today, the last day of 2007 and sadly i forgot to bring my cam. :(
"Kai ni! No more waiting another 3 years before meeting up ok? love ya big big. :)" (even though you prolly wun see this)




